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my life in metaphor over the course of an AIM convo

Slayngren: i mean here comes another giant stereotype ala keith but
Slayngren: every guy is worried about losing his girlfriend all the time
Slayngren: every
Slayngren: single
Slayngren: day
Slayngren: because many of us know you can do better
Slayngren: and it's a constant battle of how long is it going to be before you find out we jus ttricked you
Caryatid6: omg
Slayngren: and yes
Slayngren: that's totally out of wack and ridiculous
Slayngren: but that's how it honest to god works!
Caryatid6: yep
Slayngren: and for some of us
Slayngren: like me
Slayngren: and probably greg
Slayngren: this idea is ALL CONSUMING
Slayngren: and destroys the relationship from within eventually
Slayngren: it takes a lot of reassurance
Slayngren: and a very special kind of girl who is willing to deal with scared little boys rather than men
Caryatid6: wow!
Slayngren: wow what?
Caryatid6: well his girl is like greg in girl form
Caryatid6: except not smart
Caryatid6: so theyre purfect
Slayngren: yeah it'll be tumultuous
Slayngren: now if i can find a similar sucker
Slayngren: and you can find a handsome fuck buddy
Slayngren: we're all in the clear
Caryatid6: ur horrible
Slayngren: i am barely a person
Slayngren: :-\
Slayngren: write a story about me (as horribly egotistical as that is)
Caryatid6: what is icq
Slayngren: i can guarantee it'll be a thought sparker
Caryatid6: shut up
Caryatid6: my whole clas is rpg nerds
Slayngren: i don't rightly know
Slayngren: well i meant about all the crap i just said
Slayngren: about the scared little boys and whatnot
Slayngren: make it abou that kind of guy
Slayngren: in a big city
Slayngren: lost among the throng of people who move faster and more icily than the brown caked ice that is left after they salt the streets every morning, broken and flowing slowly into the damp and empty sewers
Caryatid6: omg
Caryatid6: im gettin gdepressed already
Slayngren: a grown man in his midtwenties who's still afraid that the world doesn't really love him
Slayngren: and how much he'd like to take the woman behind the newspaper stand back to his house
Caryatid6: wow
Caryatid6: keith
Slayngren: and make love to her, but in his own imagination the fantasy just turns into a sordid and awkward circumstance ending with him vomiting in the bathroom and the empty click of his apt door
Caryatid6: please stop

 

Posted on Wednesday, September 15, 2004 at 01:45PM by Registered CommenterSubsume and Lick! | CommentsPost a Comment

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